Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.